Undercover Devil

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~ Marcel/Harry ~

I had hard time sleeping at night. I kept thinking about her helpless body. Of how she looked so pure, struggling herself out of my arms.

She looked at me with lust and terrified eyes.

But most of all, I couldn't stop thinking about her lips, on mine. Her body, close to mine. How flawless she looked trying to fight over me, but then giving herself up to me.

I shouldn't have left her there hanging. It's not like I wanted to. I could of taken her there. But it wasn't right. And when she poked my dimple.

I knew I was getting so close to blow my cover.

Right now, in her eyes you are nothing, but Marcel's brother. If you want her you need to be patient and get her to be yours by using Marcel. You are Marcel. Marcel, I repeat.

I'm definitely growing impatient, all the confidence I have as Harry is nowhere to what the other me is. I have to act helpless. Less confident by a lot and most of all I can't have what I want right away and demanding as I need to have it.

The whole undercover thing is pissing me off, but I need to do it.

Rest of the night I wander off in my thoughts thinking of my Angel's lips roaming around my body. Wrestling over me, taking control as she sucks my skin and then down to my cock.

I imagine myself in and out of her body as she rocks with me. And that's how my night ended with a peaceful sleep of Angel in my dreams.

~*~

I put on the gel in my hair and get ready for school again. I look for the nerdy outfit to wear.

Driving towards school I see the same dick and his dick friends driving past me. Fucking douches. Can't believe I let him go yesterday, if it wasn't for Angel stopping me I would have beaten up that bastard.

I get off the car and Damon and his boys glare at me. "Oy Marcel! Your brother is back in town eh?"

I chose to ignore them. Both for the reasons, one: Because I was 'Marcel' now, 2nd: I didn't want to beat his ass up and blow that cover.

I finally walk so they were out of my eyesight as I get a glimpse of Angel stepping out the bus. She was dressed in a floral t-shirt and a skirt. Her legs were showing. I love seeing her skin, but I hate the fact that everyone else could see it.

I am an obsessive fuck, but I couldn't care less. But 'Marcel' did. Fucking cliche that is. A girl who's picture perfect is friends with a guy who's life is more fucked up than Linsay Lohan's life these past couple of years.

Man. Her hair was in a bun, but a couple of hair strands for hanging loose, making her imperfectly perfect. Make words and thoughts doesn't even make sense anymore, I'm just thinking bullshit rather than pull my ass together and actually go over to her.

I finally decided to go over towards her as I decided to surprise her from behind. A little scare is fun.

I sneak up behind her, poking her on the sides as she jump in surprise hitting her jaw on the top of my head as I was bending down because of my height.

"Marcel! Oh my gosh, are you okay? I'm so sorry! Why did you sneak up behind me though?" She talks loudly, half frantic and worried.

~ Angelica ~

A familiar lingering perfume is approaching close to me as I tense up as the distance gets closer. I feel to fingers poking me on the sides as I squirm to turn around. My heart is slightly to thumping as I turn around to face Marcel..

I wasn't really expecting or anticipating anything.. I was just getting flashbacks from the events of the party.

Our eyes kick together and I can't help, but to compare the familiar features they have. How can they be so alike though, but so unalike? Marcel obviously had a total different personality than that douche of a twin brother or whatever they are or matter to each other.

Seeing Harry, my perspective of seeing Marcel was changing a bit too. I felt a bit more nervous around him and I seeing how his brother looked, I felt Harry could have charmed 1000 of girls if he just changed up a bit.

Not that he is bad the way he is, but he could have been such a big charmer if he would. He is nothing except for danger and the one thing that is the necessity of a girl is a man of security.

I wasn't going to bring it up and become all awkward in front of Marcel, but I was darn curious by the mysterious lifestyle of his brother.
"Uhm... Uh Marcel?"
"Hm?"
"You know um... Your uh.. Yesterday.."
"What are you so nervous about? Tell me."
"I kissed your brother yesterday!" I blurted. Crap! I was just going to ask him calmly and normally, but this is not how I planned this. Me and my mouth, getting itself in all kinds of troubles.

"Oh... You mean Harry? How was he?"
That's weird, why would he ask how his brother performance was..
"That's weird! You can't just ask how the kiss was even if you are his brother!"
Marcel laughs.
"What? I meant his personality, you see, he doesn't have the best first impression, so if you kissed him he must have done something right, right?"
I'm about to faint about embarrassment, first I tell him about the kiss I had with his brother that looks like him and now I just accused him of something weird, let me just stab myself right now please.

Luckily I was saved by the bell. "Well, I got to go, see you later Marcel!"
I run away like a fool. I turn around fast to see his reaction and he is laughing. Darn it Angelica.

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Harry will be back soon, bad boy be back.